I Am Not a Good Person

Rant with swearing in the extended. Don't click if bad words and evil wishes offend you.

My former sister-in-law (aka the bitch from hell, aka Skankasaurus Rex, aka SuperCunt) is currently living with the only meal ticket she can find: an abusive asshole who physically attacked my brother once and has my niece and nephew scared to death of him. The family court system being what it is, the former s-i-l still somehow has parental rights. They don't care until my niece or nephew gets hospitalized from abuse by the asshole.

Anywho...

The asshole knocked up the bitch, and she was thrilled because she has children in order to keep from having to get a job. The asshole went to jail for one of his many visits with his friends there, and the bitch found out it was twins. Suddenly she wasn't so thrilled, because twins might make her fat. Plus she can never handle one baby, let alone two. So bitch had an abortion.

Bitch told asshole she had a miscarriage. She told her other children that the babies went to heaven because they (other children) were bad.

I am sorely tempted because of recent events involving the need for police presence in order for my brother to even pick up his children, to wait until the kids are with my brother and then make a phone call.

That call would be to the violent asshole, informing him of the truth behind his babies' demise. And then I really think nature would take its course and there'd be no more bitch and no more asshole.

Fantasizing about this makes me a very bad person, and sadly (see? bad person) I will leave it at a fantasy. But the bitch deserves it. Trust me, she really deserves it. And three children--no, the entire world--would be better off.

Posted by Jenelle at December 16, 2007 03:18 PM | TrackBack